The comments about Dylan's vocal skill are interesting. Because he certainly is not like a formally trained vocalist or someone who has a traditionally "good voice." But he gets across his point, musically. Function over form.

I really appreciate this fact about Dylan because I am not the best vocalist in the world either, and covering his songs even my vocals may be perceived by some as an improvement.

Simon and Garfunkel or James Taylor tunes, not so much.

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Q: Do you know it's common knowledge in Thunder Bay that you were living with Quill?

A: He was--

Q: Was what, Miss Polan? Barney Quill was what, Miss Polan?

A: Barney Quill was my father.

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You would have to study the anatomy of a merger in our case. Until 1970 we were twin cities, Fort William and Port Arthur. The Ontario government forced us to amalgamate. Although given no choice over the merger, in a plebiscite, we were given the choice of three names for the new city. 1. Lakehead. 2. THE Lakehead and 3. Thunder Bay. Sneaky eh? I hope you like the CD. The song that I wrote is number 11. I thought Matthew would like the artwork on the CD itself.

Glad to hear you enjoyed the concert. Dylan to me is a towering figure but I still have mixed feelings about the guy. Great voice but never liked the macho posturing at all.

Sorry for the late response. I like that about his music. Many songwriters come across as so domestic and soft; you know peace, love, getting along, sappy feelings and all that warm fuzzy stuff can get old. It's nice to hear something like...

"Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitchesI'll recruit my army from the orphanagesI been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vowsI've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows"

I don't think it comes across as cocky either because Dylan sings a lot of stuff that is 'in character' so to speak and not a personal message.

Sorry for the late response. I like that about his music. Many songwriters come across as so domestic and soft; you know peace, love, getting along, sappy feelings and all that warm fuzzy stuff can get old. It's nice to hear something like...

"Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitchesI'll recruit my army from the orphanagesI been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vowsI've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows"

I don't think it comes across as cocky either because Dylan sings a lot of stuff that is 'in character' so to speak and not a personal message.

I'm not much into sappy sentimental moods either (unless it's Ozzie Osborne) but when I think of Dylan being macho in a way I don't like perhaps "Leopard skin pill box hat" captures it. The guy just seems uncomfortable around women. Don't want to analyse but he does seem uptight and defensive in a lot of ways that to me seemed unnecessary, But then, it's not fair to expect perfection all the time.

I'm not much into sappy sentimental moods either (unless it's Ozzie Osborne) but when I think of Dylan being macho in a way I don't like perhaps "Leopard skin pill box hat" captures it. The guy just seems uncomfortable around women. Don't want to analyse but he does seem uptight and defensive in a lot of ways that to me seemed unnecessary, But then, it's not fair to expect perfection all the time.

Uncomfortable around women? I don't think so. Whatever he may be, and judge the merits or lack of such, he is rumoured to have been ... er ... quite comfortable around lots of women. Now his attitude towards any one of them is proabably ripe for interpretration, just like the songs. As for macho? Personally, I think modern music could use some ... men. Everyone sings like a chick and half of them look like one.

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bedLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bedWhatever colors you have in your mindI'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bedStay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhileUntil the break of day, let me see you make himsmileHis clothes are dirty but his hands are cleanAnd you're the best thing that he's ever seen.

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhileWhy wait any longer for the world to beginYou can have your cake and eat it tooWhy wait any longer for the one you loveWhen he's standing in front of you.

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bedStay, lady, stay, stay while the night is stillaheadI long to see you in the morning lightI long to reach for you in the nightStay, lady, stay, stay while the night is stillahead.